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Still Carrying the Fire

Are we standing at the end of an era—

a time when core values truly mattered,

when a person’s word was their bond,

and honoring God was not performative

but visible in daily choices, quiet obedience, and integrity?

Have we traded reverence for relevance,

conviction for convenience,

and substance for sound bites?

Are we losing ourselves to the world

while calling it progress?

What has happened to the men and women of God—

the ones who understood honor without needing applause,

humility without weakness,

and faith without compromise?

Those old saints walked softly, yet stood firmly.

They didn’t need platforms to be powerful.

They lived the Word long before they quoted it.

Today, they may seem few and far between.

But they are not gone.

Their legacy still lives—

in prayers that still echo,

in standards they refused to lower,

in quiet lives still shaped by their example.

The question is not whether their legacy remains.

It does.

The question is—

who will carry it forward?

A Mother’s Response

This morning, my son asked me,

“Are we at the end of an era?”

I paused.

Not because I didn’t have an answer,

but because I realized he wasn’t asking about politics.

He was asking about integrity.

He was asking about truth.

He was asking about God.

He was asking if the world he is inheriting

still values what built it.

And I told him this:

Every generation believes it is watching the end of something.

But what feels like an ending

is often an unveiling.

Values do not disappear overnight.

They are either carried… or neglected.

Protected… or traded.

The era of integrity has not ended.

The era of reverence has not ended.

The era of men and women who honor God in private and in public has not ended.

But it does require carriers.

The old saints walked softly and stood firmly because someone before them modeled it.

Now the question is not whether their fire still burns.

It does.

The question is whether we will carry it forward

without compromise,

without applause,

without fear.

So I looked at my son and said—

If you feel something is fading,

it may be because you are being called

to preserve it.

If you sense something sacred slipping,

it may be because you are meant

to protect it.

Eras do not simply end.

They transition.

And sometimes God places the next torch

in the hands of those brave enough

to ask the question.

Carry it well.

A Prayer for My Son

Father God,

Thank You for the questions You place in his heart.

Thank You for the awareness, the sensitivity, and the fire that is already forming within him.

Guard his mind.

Strengthen his character.

Anchor his identity in You before any calling ever becomes public.

Prepare him quietly.

Shape him deeply.

Refine him gently.

If You are stirring something in him,

let it grow in Your timing — not ours.

Protect his heart from pressure.

Protect his spirit from pride.

Protect his path from distraction.

And when the moment comes for him to step forward,

let him do so with humility, courage, and conviction.

Until then,

keep the fire steady.

In Jesus’ name,

Amen.